Lets start cheesy.
I don't know how to break your heart, you mean so much to me. I'm not sure why you're still here after all this time. I hope you hear these words years from now and know how much you meant to me, because I know it will never be the same again.
My beer is salty and I can't stop sobbing. Breaking your soul has broken my mind. I miss you already and you're not even gone. I can't see the walls with out you on them and it hurts me deep down inside.
This cheesy kitsch love song makes me thing of all those times with you when we were making fun of everyone else. Now i've realized that you are better than any love song could ever be and more reliable than any lover i've ever had.
I am not that nice person you make me out to be, and I am broken and don't know how to fix me. You make me feel like its okay that i'm broken, and you make me hate myself the other half of the time. I still love you for being my friend, and I want you back.
This manic-depressive world you make me live in has gone to hell.
Next song is about creepy band camp guy 2.
I lied. but its still worth reading. (even if its not a band camp guy song)
Mo anam cara
What once was loved, now lost and still lingers.
The anger and the bitterness lull away
Beauty and vivid snapshots remain
Once loved and never forgotten, another day
passes. my soul lists away. (clearly the chorus)
Morbid longevity, lonely pillows and too soft sheets.
Empty hear and swallowed up mind
remaining for another to find.
Knowing that kindness, reliving that touch.
Constant squalloring and searching for another
to fill this heartless void.
Once loved, always remembered. Once given
looks away. Once kissed never repaired
once soul bound dead.
Standard
The good...sharing words of wisdom, lost in your energy. Beauty in sleep. Languishing hours in footed tubs. Streams of hair gently blowing. Holding your hand for no reason. Knowing that you cared as much as you could.
Dark twisted dreams, angels with dead babies, a foretelling of the future. Deceit, fowl and anger. Leave me to another who would do even worse.
Was there good? Was nothing better? Self delusion and denial. Trying to meet unrelenting ever changing standards.
Quickly dying inside only to be reborn a painful youthful awkward death. Emotions walled off and untapped - now untrained and un-conforming.
The treasure hunt along this path. Filled with little tricks, loneliness and hidden resent. Crying for someone to wake up to and run away with. Some days, the truck calls out California, but the gas just isn't enough.
The Great Portender
Jealous, hateful eyes. Disappointed
mourning over something never truly held.
a closed door means so much more. Not everything about me, but everything
you do affecting me.
Are you listening to my eyes? Can you see me
one heart? Binding words frighten you away and spiteful games make me wait for
you behind a closed door that means little more.
I love you, but not in essence. I abhor you
and your presence and respect your boundaries, but
I am me and I'm not you.l I am
Soulful and ever giving and open.
Don't want your touch, embrace or kisses.
Can't be that ideal woman. want your eyes
forgiven, need your heart in one full piece.
If you understand how you can hurt me,
why do you keep on doing it again?
Something somehow, you once was
Something jealous, something hateful. Something
confused and something spiteful. Number one you will always
somehow be.
Somehow forlorn, somehow longing, somehow
sorrowful and somehow spawning. Number two I
need you now.
You were abusive, you were reclusive, you were
resentful and you were baseless.
Minus one you broke me up.
Once sweet, once deceitful, once the jokester
and once spriteful. My first you were
memorable.
Was I sinful? Was I honest? Was I both
and was that upon us? Left with only myself I turn the light out.
Some say soon I will forget my promise.
Foretell my lies
Timing is off, my warp drive is sound
Revealing your inner Vulcan
Superseding my lines.
You anticipate, recreate and correct my
minds. You singulate, co-ordinate
and foretell my lies.
Attraction is three-fold, my tries are not in vain,
yet never do you
submit. My cries of furry remain
Knowledge of culmination one day in
the future. Willingness to be all that
you wanted and still myself.
questioning your motives, manipulations
and eyes. Disregarding for the first time
logic and prospering in the beauty of your
illogical mind.
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